A tense silence hung heavy in the atmosphere as Axe and Mr. Vincenzo got into the black car, the engine humming softly in the background, the two inhaling the scent of leather mingled with the faint aroma of cigar smoke. In the silence, Axe's knuckles were raw and bloodied, but he did not attempt to tend to his wounds. His eyes were still ablaze with a fit of seething anger, his jaw clenched tight as he stared out the window, lost in his own thoughts. The events that had transpired had unleashed a storm within him, and it raged on, threatening to consume him entirely. Sitting next to Axe, Mr. Vincenzo looked at him with a mix of concern and admiration. But silence stretched between them, the only sound the steady hum of the engine and the occasional distant honking of a car. Finally, unable to bear the weight of the silence any longer, Mr. Vincenzo broke it, his voice gentle yet firm. "I am sorry." "For what?" Axe asked gruffly, his gaze never leaving the road ahead. "The life
The drive back to the Vincenzo mansion was filled with an unsettling silence. Axe's grip on the steering wheel was tight, his bloody knuckles getting pointy as his mind continued to replay the events of the evening. The car seemed to glide through the empty streets, the city lights passing by in a blur, but Axe's focus remained solely on the road ahead. As they reached the grand gates of the mansion, Axe glanced at the three women in the backseat through the rearview mirror. Ember, her usually vibrant green eyes now clouded with worry, stared out the window with a cold expression. Mrs. Vincenzo, her face pale and lips pressed into a thin line, clutched her daughters' hands tightly. And then there was Leia, her stormy hazel eyes filled with unshed tears, her jaw set in a firm line. Minutes later, once they entered the mansion, Axe escorted the women inside, his protective instincts on high alert. for almost an hour, Axe personally made sure every room was checked, every window sec
The atmosphere in the club shifted as Azrael's cruel command hung in the air. The surrounding customers glanced over, their curiosity piqued by the tension that crackled between the two men. Some employees, who were familiar with Azrael's reputation, exchanged worried glances. They knew better than to interfere, but concern etched deep lines on their faces.The waitress, trembling with a sense of fear and defiance, stood her ground. With a quivering voice, she responded, "I-I can't do that, sir. It would be inhumane. It's not right to treat someone like that."Scoffing, Azrael's eyes narrowed, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. In one swift motion, he raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap across the waitress's cheek. The force of the blow caused the delicate glass to slip from her grasp, the bubbling liquid cascading onto the table and floor as she cowered from the impact, tears welling up in her eyes as pain radiated through her cheek."Bitch!" Azrael spat, hi
Time seemed to slow, stretching each passing second into an eternity as Axe's words reverberated through the room, sinking into the marrow of every bone.Darting his gaze, Azrael's eyes flickered with a desperate plea, as the broken wine bottle pressed even tighter against his throat, the sharp glass biting into his skin, threatening to slice open his jugular with even the slightest movement. Blood trickled down his neck, staining his crisp white collar, as his every breath became a precarious dance between life and death.Around them, the club's customers stood frozen, their wide eyes reflected a mixture of fear, awe, and unsettling excitement.The silence shattered as one of the thugs, emboldened by the growing numbers, stepped forward, and his voice trembled. "You don't scare us. You are just one man."As His grip on Azrael's hair tightened, eliciting a choked gasp from him, Axe's lips curled into a chilling smile, and whispered, "Oh, my friend, you greatly underestimate the wrath
Suddenly, Leia turned her back to the door and said, "Sorry... I am leaving."As she took a step to walk away, Axe grabbed her wrist, his grip tight but gentle. When she turned to look at him, her eyes filled with frustration and hurt, he let out a heavy sigh.Without a word, he led her into the house, his grip on her wrist never loosening. They walked past Mia, who watched them with wide eyes, her towel wrapped tightly around her trembling form. Not looking back, Axe guided Leia upstairs, his footsteps echoing, until they reached his bedroom, and he led her inside, then shut the door behind them.The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows on the walls. The air was heavy with tension, suffocating both Axe and Leia as they stood facing each other, their emotions threatening to spill over."Do you know what time it is?!" Axe lashed out, as he ran his fingers through his already disheveled hair, frustration evident on his face."I called you, and you didn'
Stepping out of his pickup, wearing a white shirt and black pants, no belt, and black shoes without socks, Axe shoved his hands into his pocket, staring up at the skyscraper, that raised at 2,073 ft. He sighed and walked over, entering the building of SpiritsHaven, once he walked into the lobby, he was heading for the elevator as two beautiful girls stood by, watching him. Seeing how Hannah was staring at him, Natalie chuckled and said, "Hey, you have been rubbernecking at him since you started working here. Why don't you talk to him?" "I am not looking at him," Hannah whispered, her eyes glued on Axe. "You liar. Yes, you are." "No... I am..." Silence settled between them, and then Natalie said, "Why don't you go and ask him out? The worst he can say is 'No." "It's not like that," Hannah whispered. When Natalie raised a brow, she sighed and then said, "Fine. I will go talk to him." Tightening her fist, she marched over to Axe, and just then, he was about to walk into the eleva
Suddenly, the liquor faded from Jasper's eyes, his gaze darkening as he said, "Kaine... Iron Talons' leader."A shudder ran down Axe's spine, the name triggering a flood of memories and a surge of tension. Iron Talons, the notorious criminal syndicate that had plagued the city for years, was a name spoken in hushed whispers. They operated in the shadows, their influence stretching far and wide, their actions leaving a trail of blood and destruction in their wake."Singing my praises already," Kaine mocked, his voice laced with a sinister edge."The fuck I am, you dirty rat!" Jasper lashed out as his fists clenched at his sides."Hmm... That's not a very nice thing to say, Mr. Larkwood," Kaine drawled, a twisted smile playing on his lips.Scowling, Axe tore his gaze away from Kaine and locked eyes with Jasper, concern etched on his face. "You two have dealings?"Hesitating, Jasper's eyes flickered with a mix of anger and regret as he nodded slowly, saying, "My father... He got involved
The stare-off between Axe and Kaine seemed to stretch on, their eyes locked on each other. The air crackled with tension, the stillness broken only by the sound of heavy breaths escaping their lips. And then, in the blink of an eye, Kaine's face contorted with a mixture of desperation and rage.Summoning the last ounce of strength within him, Kaine's hand darted to the back of his pants, fingers closing around the cold handle of a gleaming knife. With a guttural growl, he lunged towards Axe, his movements fueled by a surge of adrenaline.Time seemed to slow down once again as the knife gleamed in the pale moonlight, and Axe's senses heightened, his mind processing every detail in rapid succession. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, each beat thundering through his veins, as his body prepared to face this new threat.Reacting with a lightning-fast reflex, Axe instinctively twisted his body to the side, narrowly evading Kaine's lethal strike. The knife sliced through the air